I remember when I got to San Antonio for AIT. It was November. From everything in the movies, I thought it was in a desert as I had seen many movies and shows about the Alamo. Um, wrong perception. It was cold, raining, and grassy. No desert, no tumbleweed, none of that shiat. Hooters on the river was cool. Other than that, it was like a foreign country....and I couldn't speak Spanish. Ft. Sam? Women all over the damn place. It's probably the only installation where it "seems" the women outnumber the men.